My body is broken

Moving is hard. But I guess everyone knows that already. Well, we've done the first day and we've had a lot of help from unexpected places. Our new neighbours had a trailer they offered us to borrow for as long as we need it so we no longer have to hire a truck which saves us quite some money. Our one friend back here had no work today so he helped out as well. He was supposed to drive a truck with salt but since the manufacturers are fresh out he had nothing to do there.

It would help, however, if we had had boxes that didn't decide to spontaneously rip open the moment I'm hauling them up the stairs. Supposed to carry fifty kilo my ass! I can't lift anything that heavy! Damage was contained and I was only pelted with some mascara and a pen.

And then I got to veg out on the new old couch with a bit of crochet work and recover while dad went to get the new load.

Said recovery was quickly undone when I had to go back after the second load and help Friend lift dad's mobility scooter onto the trailer. That thing is heavy and the trailer is pretty high off the ground. You are allowed to whimper in sympathy.

Well, all is reported and now I shall relax and play the sims, where moving only involves the click of a mouse button.